In the most remote and lonely courtyard on Zhaotian Peak.

The young man, covered in whip marks, found herbs from nowhere, and was shoving them into his mouth without hesitation.

Because he ate too fast, he couldn't help but turn sideways and cough heavily, coughing so that the whole person curled up, so he affected the wounds on his body, so that the wounds that had stopped the bleeding were oozing blood again, and with the heart-rending cough, the whole person looked pitiful and sick.

The herb is called Yolan.

Although it cannot heal the external injury, it can paralyze the body for a short period of time and can effectively relieve some pain.

As an inner disciple, although he can go to Yuxu Peak every month to receive two hundred lower-grade spirit stones, he is too weak, so weak that he can't protect anything that belongs to him at all, after the spirit stones are occupied by Guan Shu and Dongfang Zhen, it is a problem for him to even eat every day, let alone buy pills.

So once you get hurt, you have to endure it.

But this time it's different.

The wound caused by the eighteen-edged golden flower whip will make people endure the feeling of burning flames until the wound heals, even if he eats yoga grass, he can still clearly feel the burning pain in the back of his shoulder, let alone endure the pain directly.

When the cough was finally relieved, he lay on the steps, and when he was almost fainting, a female voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and her words were clear and soft, like a trickle of spring water.

"You look miserable."

Who is it?

Almost at the moment when that voice sounded, Shen Qingyu's fingers rested on the hilt of the sword, and the phoenix eyes that he opened with great effort were full of cold vigilance.

He looked around.

Finally, I fixed my eyes on the ancient tree in the center of the courtyard.

I saw a woman in a white dress wearing a veil standing among the layers of dead leaves.

Her white dress is fluttering, her long hair reaches her waist, and she can't see her face clearly under the veil, but there are soft and shallow ripples in her eyes.

Be...

It's her.

Shen Qingyu suddenly thought of two months ago.

When she was in the alley of Cloudsdale, she also walked towards him like this, and then gently squatted in front of him with a gauze skirt, looked at him with a pair of soft and shallow eyes, and said softly: "The injury on your body is very serious, who caused it?" ”

Shen Qingyu's vision was a little dazed, and his eyelashes trembled, because of the violent cough just now, his voice was extremely hoarse: "... It was I who accidentally fell. ”

Somehow.

Looking at Dong Yuan's gentle eyes, all the guards in his heart were withdrawn.

Is it because it is clear that Dongyuan is not a threat?

Or is it because Dong Yuan helped him last time, which made him feel sudden kindness and friendliness for the first time in his life, so he can't be wary of her.....

"This is Yuzhi ointment, which is very effective in treating trauma. But..."The woman sighed inaudibly, and said helplessly, "Why didn't you go to the Pure Yang Hall to sign up?" I thought I could be the same as you. ”

Shen Qingyu suddenly felt guilty and said softly: "... I'm sorry. ”

"What's the matter?"

"But the people of the Qingyu faction don't seem to be easy to get along with, why don't you come with me, and I'll take you to the Pure Yang Hall?" Qu Yan hugged her knees and tilted her head to look at him, coaxing him seriously.

There was a moment of silence.

The boy just kept his head down.

His long hair was loosely tied, and from time to time he caressed his cheeks with the wind, his face was very pale, and there was a shallow scratch on his left cheek, with bloodshots, and his whole body was like a seriously ill puppy, thin and lonely, pitifully tight.

After half a sound, he spoke softly: "I'm sorry, I don't want to leave the Qingyu Sect yet. ”